JUNGKOOK WAS NERVOUS.

His stomach rumbled in a bid to settle the butterflies, which had been causing him havoc on the entire drive to Neva's. He had no reason to be nervous, and yet he'd even found himself mindlessly nibbling on his nails as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel. Stood now outside her door, he was hopping ever so slightly from foot to foot, like a bunny bracing themselves to bolt from a stalking predator.

Yet when Neva opened the door, a big smile on her beautiful face, Jungkook realised he had nothing to fear. Her wide doe-eyes resembled that of Bambi; Thumper's best friend. There was no need for nerves.

"Oh my god, is that a wrinkle?" Jungkook rehashed the joke that he'd practised more times than he cared to admit during the drive over. "And a grey hair?! You really are getting old."

Neva shut the door on his face, a gust of wind slapping him across the cheek.

"Shit, Eva, I was only joking," he called through the door, taking a step forward. His voice was panicked - only for Neva to open the door back up with a smile plastered all over her face.

"You're older than me, douchebag."

"So? We're old together," he grinned, before taking a few steps back. "Wait here, I just gotta get something from my car."

Neva leant against her doorframe, folding her hands across her chest. Jungkook walked backwards for a few more steps, eyes sparkling as he bit down on his lip before turning around.

Part of him wanted to be mad at her for looking as good as she did. Wearing a shirt that he knew for a fact was his, he half thought that Neva was deliberately goading him into asking for it back. He wouldn't bother - he'd just wait until it was on his bedroom floor.

Neva watched him intently as he leant in through his open passenger door window, his sharp jaw and soft features looking heavenly in the glow of winter sunlight. His hair was wavy, with dark roots almost as long as his peroxide ends. Soon it would be due a cut and Neva would be sad to see it go, but she would also be beyond pleased to have her Jungkook back.

The blonde, though as trivial as it may sound, had been helpful for Neva as she reintroduced him into her life. The physical change helped to encourage the notion that perhaps there'd been a mental and emotional change too.

Grunting a little as he pulled the gifts from his car, Jungkook tried to juggle them all perfectly. Neva laughed, a hand covering her mouth, noticing the strain on his adorable face.

Like Neva, Jungkook found it impossible to do 'small' gifts. He was always worried that it wouldn't be enough, or that the recipient wouldn't like it - which is why he had three different bottles of alcohol and a gift card for an art museum in his boot for Tae.

Piled against his chest was too much, far too much; a bouquet of baby's breath, a Tupperware box full of his mother's homemade cheesecake, hibiscus bubble tea that he'd picked up from her favourite boba shop and a bag full of her other favourite treats.

"Kook," Neva beamed, unfolding her arms and walking over to meet him. "You didn't need to get anything. Honestly, you didn't."

"You told me I had four days to get you the best present in the world," he reminded her - and frankly, everything he was holding was pretty average in comparison to her actual present, which was waiting for her in her university dorm.

He had told her that he was out visiting family the day before, when her facetime call to him had been rejected. She had only called because she was bored, so didn't think much of it. Content in her ignorance, Neva had no idea that Jungkook had actually driven up to university on the eve of her birthday.

It was partially so that he could take his possessions back with him early. Knowing Neva's tendency to overpack, he'd predicted it being a tight squeeze when they were both in the car together.

Primarily, though, it was so that he could set his plans in motion. He couldn't wait to get back to uni, not for a party, or for his friends, or for anything else other than the joy of watching Neva smile as she entered her dorm room.

Bright eyed and with his signature bunny smile, Jungkook's nose crinkled. An adorable laugh escaped his lips, matching hers, as she lifted the flowers from his arms to ease his strain.

"They're beautiful," she cooed, studying the delicate flowers.

So are you.

"You shouldn't have," Neva continued, wide eyes trying to take in everything at once. Lifting the box of cheesecake from his arms, Neva recognised it instantly. She had always adored it, and Jungkook's mother found herself making it every weekend while the pair of them were dating. 

He'd reluctantly disclosed that he was spending time with Neva again when his mother quizzed him on where he had been staying on the nights that he didn't return home. Knowing her birthday was approaching, she'd insisted (more like demanded) that Jungkook deliver some cheesecake.

Throwing her arms around his neck, Neva squeezed him tightly. With just two items in his grasp, he wrapped his arms around her, reciprocating the tightness of her embrace. His heart was racing, just like it always did whenever Neva was close by, and yet he felt at complete ease.

"Happy birthday, Eva," he grinned into her hair, pressing a subtle kiss against her head.

"Thank you. God, I hope you said thank you to your mum! Can we stop by yours?" her voice was muffled by his chest. "I wanna say thank you."

"She's out," Jungkook replied a little too quickly, releasing her from his embrace. He was still keeping her in the dark about the situation with his parents, and didn't really plan on telling her any time soon. "Um, I just mean that she has plans today, that's all."

"Oh," Neva pouted. "I'll send her a thank you card, it's fine."

"You don't have to," he tried to reason, but Neva held her finger up to his lips and would hear no more on the subject. She liked his mother, and she wanted his mother to like her too. Jungkook tried to argue that baking her a 'fucking cheesecake' would suggest that Neva was well-liked, but she was having none of it. 

They squabbled a little more before Neva ushered him upstairs to her room. She had been packing the last of her things up, having let Jungkook know a few nights ago that she wanted to go back to uni too.

Her mother was back at work, and a lot of her friends had returned to their universities straight after Christmas. Sana was being difficult, and Neva didn't want to have to think about organising a party in a matter of days. This way, the hard work was done for her - she just hoped Tae wouldn't mind sharing the spotlight.

Watching as she desperately tried to overfill her suitcase, Jungkook raised a brow, sipping on the tea that he had bought for her. 

"You sure you're happy to come back to uni?" he checked. "You're not just doing this 'cause you know I wanted to?"

Rolling her eyes, Neva bit back the urge to tell him that he had zero impact on her choices - mainly because she didn't want to have another squabble, but also because it was such a lie. He was her first thought in everything she did.

"I'm sure. We both know the bars in town are absolute dives, and I miss the pizza place just off campus," she shrugged, trying and failing to conceal a smile. His excitement was infectious. "You're paying for my drunk takeaway, though. That can be a present from you to me."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly well that a pizza would have been more than enough to keep her happy.

Returning his gaze to her, Jungkook assessed her outfit. She was in his old wrangler shirt that had become worn and tarnished to the point where it almost looked vintage. Finishing at her mid thighs, she'd rolled a pair of slinky black tights up her legs, for no reason other than the fact she knew Jungkook loved the way they felt. He'd almost conditioned himself to get hard whenever he saw her in them - but he was wearing sweats that day because of the long drive and really had to try and settle his urges unless he wanted her to know just how much she turned him on by simply existing. Today wasn't about him or what he wanted.

As it turned out, Neva had been the one to get his things down from the attic - but it was only because Jungkook didn't actually know she'd kept any of them, until now.

"This one's mine," she declared, tugging down on the hem of the shirt she was wearing like a dress, not giving him wiggle-room to protest. "You can keep the rest."

Bemused, Jungkook poked through the bag, checking to see which relics had been returned. It had been so long that he'd forgotten some of them. Glancing up towards her, he raised his brows as she swung a huge flannel shirt around her shoulders. Finishing just below the t-shirt, Neva pushed her arms through the sleeves ignoring his gaze.

"And that one?"

"Mine too," she smiled as if butter wouldn't melt. 

Resting Neva's drink, of which he had half-finished, down on her dressing table, Jungkook prowled towards Neva. His hands stroked up her arms, the fabric of his shirt getting caught beneath them.

"Hmm," he sighed. "It's funny, 'cause it feels a lot like my shirt."

Neva shrugged her shoulders, pretending as if the way he was staring down at her body wasn't getting her hot under the collar. 

"Tell you what," she began to propose, catching his gaze. "If you can get it off of me, you can have it back."

Jungkook was wrestling with her before she'd even finished the sentence.

Tangled on her bedroom floor, Neva and Jungkook fought like gladiators, both far too competitive for their own good. Laughter and short grunts filled her room as they tried to outwit one another. Occasionally, Neva would regain dominance, only for Jungkook to rest a palm against her throat and have her weak at the knees for him once more.

They were rough with another, not caring much for protecting themselves either. It was a primal game that they liked to play; barbaric and yet entirely human. The goal was never to hurt one another, but Jungkook knew Neva liked it whenever he left a mark during sex and this was practically foreplay for them. There was only one way it was gonna end up.

Eventually, Neva leveraged control, straddling his lap. His broad shoulders were pressed to the floor by her dainty hands, and he knew that he'd be able to flip her over in no time.

The only thing that stopped him from doing so was the view. A whispy halo of hair circled around her head, dewy pink lips pouting and chest heaving.

Naturally, all he could think about was kissing her - and so he did.

Her lips were on his, their hands frantically running over each other's bodies, frustrated by the barriers of clothing that were stopping them from getting what they truly wanted.

"Why'd you always have to wear damn tights," Jungkook grunted into her mouth, his tongue punctuating his question with a lick against her own. His hands were grappling with the underside of her thighs as she straddled him, before squeezing on her ass. 

"'Cause we both know how much you like them, really," Neva teased back, moving her body in accordance with his cues. Her hips rolled against his crotch, the friction between them so hot that the cold winter breeze coming in through the window made no impact on them. Jungkook thought he was sweating already. 

He grunted in response, tongue too busy in her mouth to formulate actual words. They could discuss how much he liked her clothing choices later - preferably after they were strewn across her bedroom floor. His hands were still kneading her ass, the tips of his fingers edging closer to her sex until he could feel the wetness seeping through her tights. Stroking against her clothed core, Jungkook smirked, kissing along her jaw so that he could hear her moan without his own lips silencing them.

"Damn tights," he repeated, licking down her neck. Neva's hands were tugging at his hair, begging for more. 

"Oh, just rip them," she groaned, their bodies moving together in a way that only they knew how. There was an innate understanding between them that they just got one another. Her body fit him like a glove, and it was impossible for either of them to resist a feeling so natural. 

Not needing to be told twice, Jungkook's hands gripped the seams that were covering her soaked core, tearing them apart with a short, sharp tug. Neva whimpered against his neck, pussy throbbing at his display of masculinity that she'd always loved. It was impossible to count how much pair of tights he'd destroyed.

His fingers resumed their original position, lips meeting hers once more as her hips worked against him. Her hands darted down his body, not caring to take time. She needed him, and she needed him now.

Small hands working against the waistband of his sweats, there was no resistance from Jungkook. If he'd learnt anything in the last few years, it was that there was no greater feeling than watching Neva's eyes water and widen as she sank onto his cock, and he was absolutely certain that if he didn't get that feeling soon, he might just die.

"Baby, don't tease," he purred against her lips as she wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, rolling her palm against him slowly. Precum was already leaking from his tip, so Neva swiped her thumb across his head and spread it for him. His head tilted back, neck stretched. Neva laughed, tailing her tongue up his throat, before meeting his lips once more.

"I'm not your baby," she reminded him with a smirk, catching his gaze provocatively. The tongue-in-cheek comment wasn't untrue, but they both knew she was his, just as he was hers.

Retracting his hands from her heat, one of them gripped her hip, whilst the other joined her hand. Taking the lead, he guided his cock to her slick folds, rubbing it against her and coating himself in her wetness. Neva purred with excitement, desperate to feel him stretch her out.

"If you're not mine, then you don't want this?" Jungkook flirted, keeping Neva still using the grip he had on her hip. She could practically feel herself dripping down his cock, which he'd left to rest at her entrance. 

He let her body lower slightly, but only just enough for the tip of his cock to spread her tight opening. 

"Shit," Neva cursed, eye closing as she tried to push down onto him - only to be stopped by his strength. 

"Nu-uh," he teased, the warmth of her heat getting his hardness even firmer, if that was even possible. "You want my cock?"

"Kook," Neva pouted, clasping his chin and pulling his lips to hers. It was torture resisting her - but he liked winning too much to concede. 

"Nope. Why would I put my cock in something that isn't mine?"

Neva paused her attempts to try and get him inside, pulling her torso away from his, eyes thinning. "You're a smart little shit, aren't you?"

"Why are you acting surprised?" Jungkook leant forward to retrieve a well-earned kiss. "Baby, I've always been smart. Now, are you gonna keep being difficult or are you gonna sit on my cock?"

Jungkook's grip on her hips didn't ease, but his strong hand began to guide her down. Her lips trembled opened, eyes on his, watering just how he liked them. There was a vulnerability to seeing Neva like this; admittance that in that moment, she was his.

"I can see it, Eva," Jungkook held her in place, feeling her body tremble ever so gently as her muscles adjusted his size. "It's written all over your face."

Neva's wanting expression didn't ease, her chest heaving as her body reacted to the presence of him inside of her. Despite his controlled demeanour and domineering words, Neva could see the fire in his dark eyes and the pink of his tongue resting between his teeth. He was just as much signed, sealed, delivered, hers as she was his. 

Unable to resist any longer, Jungkook let his hold on her weaken. Neva worked his cock like a pole, bouncing gently on his lap. His lips rarely left hers, loving the way it felt to feel her lips vibrate against his with every moan - of which there were a lot.

They were still dressed, too desperate for one another to even remove the shirt that had started it all. He let his hands roam beneath it, pleased to find that she hadn't worn a bra that morning. Squeezing gently, he rolled over her buds with enough pressure to have her moaning out his name.

Jungkook's grip trailed down to Neva's hips, controlling the pace at which she was fucking him. His lips hung slack, head rolling back, utterly consumed by the way it felt to have her build him to his climax. He found himself bucking, unable to control his body, bewitched by hers. He couldn't have told you the date, the time nor his favourite colour; the only thought that was circulating his intoxicated brain was 'God, I want this forever.' 

Her, them, sex, whatever, it didn't matter. Togetherness. That's what he wanted, and he wanted it with her. 

"Shit, Eva," he moaned, bringing his eyes back to meet hers. He could feel her stalling, the friction of his cock inside of her too good to comprehend, knowing that she was building close, too. "I need you to finish for me, baby. I need to feel you. Fuck. I gotta feel you cum," he panted into her dewy neck, knowing that he wouldn't stand a chance as soon as she did. 

"I'm close," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. Lips trembling, she nudged his cheek with her nose to align their faces, pressing her lips into his. Jungkook's thumb found its favourite place and began to rub languid circles against her. Neva moaned into his kiss, until she could feel her body begin to jolt from the sheer pleasure that was surging through her veins.

Her body was weak, hands gripping onto his hair, shirt, face, anything to steady herself as her pussy began to clench around him. Jungkook stilled their hips so that he could feel her completely as she came undone around him. She rode out her high for what felt like an eternity, her body succumbing to the intense feeling of being completely filled by Jungkook.

He couldn't last any longer, Neva's throbbing muscle bringing him to his own climax. His forehead rested on her shoulder, expletives ghosting his lips as his load spurted into her with such a deepness that Jungkook didn't think he'd ever be able to get such a euphoric feeling again.

They stayed still for a moment or two, chests heaving, bodies clammy. Jungkook's hair stuck to his forehead. So fucked out, neither of them had realised how sticky their bodies were or the sweat that they'd worked up as a result of staying fully clothed.

Lifting his head up, Jungkook laughed, relaxing it back on the side of her bed. "Happy birthday."

Adjusting slightly to release him, neither Neva nor Jungkook cared for the mess. They'd sort it out later. She didn't stray from his lap, instead choosing to cling onto him like a koala bear in its favourite eucalyptus tree.

Arms wrapped around his neck, Neva nuzzled against him, lips smiling against the sharp corner of his jaw. "Thank you."

Jungkook didn't think he'd ever felt more content. 

Tightening his arms around her waist, he squeezed, earning a tiny squeal from the girl in his lap. 

"I don't wanna go back to uni," he foolishly admitted with a serene whisper. "'Cause it means I have to share you. I don't wanna share you, Eva. I want you all to myself."

It felt like there were teeny tiny trapeze artists using Neva's stomach as a circus tent.

"Sorry, that was a lot," Jungkook's cheeks flamed, realising just how much he'd overshared. Part of him wanted to retract from her, to pretend as if he didn't really mean the things he had just said. It would have been far easier for him to deflect that way. But he was anchored beneath her like an ocean buoy, moored to the seafloor. Neva was a tidal wave, and Jungkook was just trying to stay afloat and gather as much useful data on her as he could do, for no reason other than to know her better. He'd never stop learning about her, and yet he already knew her better than he knew any of his university class subjects. 

"No," Neva hummed, pressing a kiss into his cheek, knowing that he was probably having an internal freak out. He always did whenever he said things that made him feel vulnerable. 

The first time that Jungkook had ever told Neva that he liked her caused such a freak out that he ended up going off on a tangent about how he liked sticking pencils in old VHS tapes and winding them back up. Thankfully it was a shared little pleasure, so Neva ended up  confessing that she liked him too.

He never needed to worry, when it came to her. They were on the same wavelength. 

"I don't wanna share you, either," she admitted rather candidly, lips brushing against his neck.

"No?"

"No."

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Hiiiii!! Sorry that it's taken me so long to update, I've been a busy lil bee lol. Hope you're all doing well x